“You gotta know when to hold’em, know when to fold’em, know when to walk away…” Sometimes you just have to call it, and bring in the professionals. (BTW you’re welcome for the song stuck in your head.)
Two weeks after my husband and I moved into our first home, we had our first child. Needless to say between diapers and daycare, money was tight, but we still desired to make our new place our home. I grew up in a family of doers, so naturally we wanted to take on projects ourselves. We started small. First swapping out the kitchen cabinet handles, then the floor air vent covers. Weekends were spent walking the aisles of Home Depot and Lowe’s trying to get inspiration. See, this was a time before Pinterest. Shocking I know! I can hear myself now “When I was your age, I didn’t have anyone telling me how to do something, I had to figure that out on my own. You kids and your Pinterest…” With each little project, we gained confidence and so, we decided it was time to really learn how to paint.
For as long as I can remember, we’ve always had at least two and a half bathrooms, but with the new house we have two full baths; one in the master and other in the main living space. The bath in the main living space is for the girls and any guests. It’s not a huge bathroom as it had a pedestal sink, single shower with no tub, and the toilet. The bathroom is functional and it’s enough, except there was very little storage in the bathroom. We didn’t necessarily need to gut the whole bathroom, but it did need some minor adjustments.
I talked about how we reprioritized our quest for a new house here, but what I didn’t tell you was that there was actually another house that we wanted prior to the one we bought here in South Carolina.
I’m not going to lie, last week was hard all around. Nothing horrible happened, it was just emotionally trying in nearly every facet of my life. Not wanting to be a downer, just being real because I heard from many of my friends that they too were struggling last week. Maybe it’s the change in weather; sunny summery days are most likely put away to be enjoyed next year, getting into the groove of school. Whatever the reason is, it’s pretty much stopped me in my tracks. Then it got me thinking, this emotional hold that has taken over, the emotional side of anything really, is the very reason many people can’t let go of “things.” (I know that may seem like a large leap, but i’m always thinking organizing.)
Think about it…